One week later

“This is Camila Jay, reporting live from the Caldwell residence in Manhattan, where federal agents have just executed an arrest warrant on prominent socialite Monica Caldwell.”

The camera panned slightly to show the grand brownstone’s front steps, now cordoned off with yellow tape. Uniformed FBI agents flanked the doorway as Monica, hands cuffed behind her back, head held high despite the disheveled silk robe and bare feet was led out by two agents. Her face was pale, lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t speak or look at the cameras. Flashes popped relentlessly from the media pack pressed against the barriers.

Camila’s voice remained steady,...